What a shambolic mess of a melodrama, lacking all the good things there were to be found in the first Shaw I read.
I don’t read chicklit. But I have an idea that this is the boy equivalent. The men are the fall guys for the women – even when they are treating them badly somehow it’s supposed to be the men you are sympathising with, not the women. I guess that’s how chicklit works in reverse.
It’s a stinker.